Reading Notes

I just read Mr. Ai's collection of poems "Because of the Wind" recently. Although this collection of poems was published by 1988, I found it quite similar and novel when I read it. In my imagination, a lovely old man is full of childlike innocence, observing everything around him from different perspectives, flying in the sky, walking on the ground and swimming in the water. In our eyes, it seems to be this object, but in his old man's eyes, it may be something we have never seen before.

Later, I went to search for Mr. Ai, only to know that he is a surrealist poet with an almost magical expression. He is called the "magic poet". He has written, translated, taught and edited poems for more than 50 years, and his works are quite rich. His published poems include Time Wound, Linghe (1957), Death of a Stone Chamber (1965), Magic Song (1974) and The Noise of the Crowd (1976). There are 6 collections of essays, such as A Lotus at Noon, Fallen Leaves Meditate in the Fire, 5 collections of comments, such as The Poet's Mirror and Selected Poems on Love, and 8 translations of Hugo Biography. Love and Yu Guangzhong have always been regarded as the twin stars in the world of Chinese poetry. In 200 1 year, the longest poem "Drift Wood" in the history of new literature was published and nominated by Nobel Prize in Literature.

The following are my two favorite poems for appreciation:

Because of the wind.

I walked along the river bank yesterday.

Stroll to

A place where reeds bend over to drink water.

Please give me a chimney.

Write a long letter for me in the sky

A little hasty

My heart

It is as bright as the candlelight in front of your window.

A little ambiguous

Inevitable.

Because of the wind.

It doesn't matter whether you can read this letter or not.

The important thing is.

You must make sure that before all the daisies wither.

Get angry quickly, or laugh

Find my thin shirt from the box quickly.

Hurry up and comb your black and soft charm in the mirror.

And then with a lifetime of love

Light a lamp

I am the flame.

It may go out at any time.

Because of the wind.

Jia Jian Cang Cang

If you listen through a layer of rain

Sadness is not necessarily a good voice.

Sadness is forced by the autumn wind after all.

Far away, I found a clump of reeds squatting by the river.

Give the white hair to the running water

Homesickness is like a cloud, our former residence.

Still hanging in the highest and coldest place in autumn

So, why pursue it?

Herringbone lines written by wild geese in the sky

it's you

Or me.